He dressed up like a clown for them.
With his face paint white and red.
And on his best behavior,
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all.
He’d kill ten thousand people…
With a slight of his hand, running far, running fast to the dead.

He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips, quiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth.

And in my best behavior,
I am really just like him.
Look beneath the floor boards,
For the secrets I have hid.